Exploring Eberron

Signet's Log - Entry 2

I awoke to the sound of rodents scurrying through the woodwork . Not exactly the wake up call I’d like, but it’s better than being out on the streets or being dead, a smear on the ground . . . which reminds me, I now have to work with this barbarian for our mysterious “employer”. The barbarian apparently decides to go wandering around with our map leaving me without a way to know my way around. Seeing as my only way to be guided around the city was walking out the door, I quickly follow after him and out into the city. He tried reading the map himself but apparently didn’t understand it at all. He hands it to me and I quickly try to discern the map’s contents. Not much luck, considering that even though it was fairly accurate, parts of the city in the lower areas are in massive disrepair. It was about this time when we met HIM.

Signet's Log - Entry 1

Travel from Hatheril was a bit of a pain, particularly when certain “needs” arose, but I was able to make it to Sharn in fair enough condition. I stumble into the graces of an odd woman who put me up for the night and in turn allowed me to meet her nephew. He is supposedly an influential member of Morgrave’s admissions committee and so I hoped that by making such a fortunate meeting, as odd as it may be, it would put me in a good position to get accepted. Oh, how wrong I was . . . not only did he seem to think I was a assassin, I got arrested by the guards after I gave them a relatively good chase. How I made that jump is beyond me, another perk of the curse perhaps? Somehow I get pulled into a deal with some unknown “employer” and am now stuck doing his/her dirty work in exchange for a better chance to get into the university. That is how I met the barbarian . . . how he and I are going to get along I don’t really know yet. We were sent into the lower wards to await orders to place called Red House in the district of Fallen. Along the way I decided to be rather generous to an old vendor and the girl guide we hired to take us down there. Unfortunately we had to deal with a few ruffians but with a few blasts of my magic and some cleaves from the barbarian’s axe, we made short work of them. Against my better judgment, I decided to go digging through their corpses. Death is a rather fascinating thing at times, but alas, they had nothing worth any value to them. Shortly after we were able to settle down for the night here at the Red House . . . by Sehanine’s bow, what have I gotten myself into?

Or, "What not to do in the city."

Extortion, muggings, murder, intrigues – it’s just another day in the City of Towers. Our stalwart adventurers, relative newcomers to the city, are settling into the hectic city life. This, however, plans to be most unsettling…

Signet strolled through the manicured paths of the University District, high among the myriad towers of the city of Sharn. At these heights, the towers rose in graceful spires and elegant minarets, belying the great girth below that supported them. He worked his way through networks of bridges and walkways, passing artificial parks, gardens, and the curved sides of towers. The walkways providing passage for those who would rather walk than (or were too poor to) take the ever-present skycabs to their destination. Around him the merchants and important-looking people passed by, the occasional bodyguard or manservant in tow. Small groups of students gathered at benches or around railings, the murmur of their conversations carrying in the crisp morning air.

Signet crossed another bridge, finally coming to a series of alcoves set in the curving side of a tower. One, two, three…at the fourth alcove, he ducked inside.